The Reformer.
BY SAM LAW.
All grim and soiled and brown with tan,
I saw a strong one in his wrath
Smiting the godless shrines of man
Along his path.
I looked: aside the dust cloud rolled—
The Master seemed the Builder too;
Upspringing from the ruined Old
I saw the New.
Through prison walls, like heaven-sent hope,
Fresh breezes blew and sunbeams strayed,